Goodbye

My favourite manager at work is leaving tomorrow....he only got told yesterday, he's getting transferred to another store. Everyone is really stunned, it's such a shame that we're losing him. He is the only one left in that store who cares about the staff, who would ask you how you were doing, and chat to you. Im really going to miss him. He was more than a manager, he was a friend to his staff...
Good Luck Spraggle Rock :(
xxxx

Evidence.

Just saw something on a webpage that confirmed something I had feared a while ago. Only now I know exactly who was involved, who it was that left their mark.
To think I actually was going to believe you. To think I actually missed you for a day! Ha! I hate the fact I trusted you.

It all makes sense now.

I know this blog is cryptic, but you don't have to read it...

Moika

I feel like I have been wrung out like an old cloth, with so much tension and emotion. Now I'm hanging up to dry, left high and dry haha...ahhhh...you think i'd learn after all this goddam time wouldn't you?
Not been a good day.

Ooops

Thought it'd be funny to change all my blog settings to Finnish.....now i am really confused haha.

Dear Sir/Madam,

On reflection I really dont know why i bothered putting up with your shit. I hope that in the future I will never be as passive and forgiving as I was. You can have them, but you will never have me. And you will come to realise what you have lost, in time.

To those who hurt me, I raise a glass. For things that do not kill me, do indeed, make me a hell of a lot stronger.

Cheers!



[fucking pricks]


:D


ps. moved into flat, its fergaliscious, and go to salisbury very very soon! yaaay!
x x x

Not over yet!

Things to look forward to:

1. Xfm gig in King Tuts I won tickets to (Amy McDonald and Drive By Argument).
2. Moving into my new gorgeous 105 year old flat <3
3. Getting paid on the 3rd, it wont clear my overdraft, but hey, at least I'll have more than £30 above my limit.
4. Connect
5. Refresh ending...
6. My birthday
7. Jodie's 21st in Salisbury
8. Trip to London
9. Going back to uni and not doing soiciology :D
10. Jools Holland!!
11. RHCP
12. Being with my boy again <3
13. Being with my flatmates again
14. Seeing pip for a drinky
15. Fubar
16. Jimmy Carr Live
17. Lucy Porter and Puppetry of the Penis with Haylur
18. Amateur Transplants, Limmy and FRANKIE BOYLE <3 heh heh heh.
19. Double bed at uni
20. Living across the road from Fubar :)

Isn't it exciting!!

Muah muah muahhh

[ps, i caught them player poker, and i think it was the devil that said "i'll see your heart and i'll raise you mine..."]

I go ahead and smile

I'm getting more shifts at work, I'm happier than I have been in a long while (well maybe apart from when i lived in halls....but that was more momentary happiness, this is more solid?) and I have things to look forward to.
Was thinking earlier about a time I burnt the palm of my hand on a cigarette my dad was smoking. He had it in his hand, and I ran up from behind him and clutched his hand...and the cigarette. He bought me a can of juice from a shop to cool the burn. It was a Spar...the can of juice was Lilt.

We Get On

Being at home is really tedious. I'm finding it hard to get on with my parents, especially my dad. It's only just been over a week i've been home for and already I cannot wait to go back and see Dave for the second time. I am missing him so much. I'm lying on the floor of our story listening to Kate Nash.


and that time you took my hand it felt so nice
i swear i never felt this way about any other guy
and i never usually notice people's eyes but..

How I feel right now.....

You Don't Ever Think.

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Grrrrrr!!! Why do you only ever think of yourself. AND THIS IS DIRECTED TO AT LEAST 3 DIFFERENT PEOPLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!

Get over it!
Grow up!





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Can't wait to go back to Stirling!

Destination Unknown

I love him!





This one is good! Okay he can be a bit rubbish, can't they all? But this one lives so close to me, and cares about ME. No more one sided relationships! When I get upset, he makes sure to come and see me, no matter how angry he might be with me because I'm being a grumpy arsehole. I'm so glad I met him, it's made everything better.



I have a new flat, I move in 1st July. It's stunning, I even have a balcony.


x x x x x x x x x x x

ps. the utter cunt faced cow bitch from my old life is moving from a scummy uni to the scummiest uni i have discovered. Talk about a step down!

I Think I Need A New Heart

Or maybe I don't? My heart feels better. My heart feels like it's fixed a bit. Well, it's still a bit sore and tender, but it's in recovery. My old heart will recover, I can see that now.
As I'm sure you've realised, I've met someone. It's not been that long since Phil and I properly split, but it feels okay. He's wonderful. Treats me the way I want to be treated (not too sappy, but like a princess at the same time) and is generally just amazing. I've never been treated this way by someone before, he's a good one.
Uni is kinda hard at the moment, the sun's out majorly and everyone is happy and not in the mood for studying. It's amazing though. I feel happier this week than I have in ages. Except I work in a coffee shop and it's really getting me down. I do 16 hours work every weekend, which is really taxing, I get very sore backs and shoulders. My feet kill too, but hell, I need the money so bad. I miss Matalan.
Today I walked up to the castle with him and we chatted and looked at the views and basked in the sun. It was one of the most romantic days I've ever had. I feel like myself again. I'm looking forward to the next few weeks. (Except having to work).
X x x x X

Time to move baby

I'm taking all those pictures off my wall. It's time to move on. I haven't cried in a month, I don't even care anymore. Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck her. Fuck him. Fuck Fuck Fuck people who do shit to me, fuck those assholes who don't think of others. Fuck people who lie to me, and fuck people who pretend to understand.

It's now all about me.

I hope you all manage to pick up the pieces of shit that is what remains of your pathetic lives and I hope you move on, get over it. Get over what's stuck up your ass and stopping you from having a life. Get off the computer, stop reading this. Get out there, stimulate your minds, look around you, you worthless people

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To those wonderful people who make life better, who aren't assholes or don't do stupid shit to hurt me - thank you.


You make everyday feel like Kindergarten.

Maggie is back, in full force.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

can't breathe

I miss him. I HATE HIM. I hate what he's done. I hate that secret other side. I hate hate hate with all my heart, what my brain thinks. I wish I was numb to the core, I wish I could float along. I want to smoke myself to death. I want to live in a room full of paints and paper, live in a world of my own love. Art and music will save me. Why am I stuck in this retched place with that retched horrible feeling gnawing at the back of my mind?

Why did he fuck me up like this.

Hate. Hurt. Where do you draw the line? Maybe the line just sliced through me and squeezed my lungs. I can't remember how to breathe, feel easy and relax. So tense, so tense.

Time to draw child, it's time to let go of him, let go of them, let go of yourself. You'll survive.

They Weren't There

To my Emma,

Thank you for being there for me, for the past 3 weeks. It's been tough for both of us, and I think without you it would have been so much harder. I was never that close to you, but I think now we have bonded so well, and I want to let you know how much I appreciated your support with all the shit that happened. Our other friends missed the initial carnage and don't appreciate how difficult things were for us. They think we can pick up the pieces of their mess, forgetting we still have our own to deal with. I want you to know I'm here for you, and that I'm really proud of you. Thank you so much, I love you.

The Prayer

Mmmmm bloc party are pretty nice to my ears at this hour.

Feeling pretty good. Day 3 of drinking binge with Emma. Last night we took Jumpei to Dusk. Tonight, we were gonna detox, but thought fuck it, and had a blottle of Baileys. We made everyone cool lil things for their doors of lookalikes... here is my favourite example....

Matt ............. Mr. Big

Stupid and Shallow - Futureheads

All my fears were right. Phil has fallen for Joanna the Polish girl. He doesn’t fancy me anymore. I was just a burden to him he wasn’t sure how to get rid of. It’s horrible finding out that someone’s moved on from you. It happened to me two years ago at Valentines and that fucked me up enough then, and I didn’t care about him half as much. God, it’s Valentines next week. That’ll be another card count of 0. The best break up I had was with Stu. He was one of those guys that at the time, I thought I’d be with forever and all that shit. It was wonderful, we both just slowly drifted apart and agreed that it was over. Fantastic, happy. We’re still friends.

Phil wants us to be friends, I liked that idea, but he talks a lot about all his friends scattered all over the world and how he never sees them. That didn’t fill me with hope, more made me think that I see him little enough as it is, never mind when he isn’t my boyfriend. It’s weird. Last night he was so horrible. Calling me immature, saying I wouldn’t understand, but to be honest I don’t think he really knows me well enough anymore. He doesn’t know how much I’ve changed since I went to uni. I’ve been through some tough shit. I’m used to grief now. I hope I can get through this with the same strength that has served me so well in the past five years. I’m proud of who I am.

It’s horrible not having anyone to lust after or focus my attentions on to. There really is nobody. I feel so so alone. I don’t live with my family, my best friend lives in another city and is at uni full-time. My flatmates here I don’t really know well enough.
I can’t believe I had to find out about all that through a photo on myspace. I hate the internet. I hate the fact I spent 2 years of my life, so dedicated to someone, for nothing. He’s disposed of me too easily, he’s disposed us. I’m still clinging on like some pathetic women (well, that is what I am I suppose) who can’t delete his text messages or take the photos of my wall.

Emma and I drank a litre of Smirnoff last night. We made White Russians (out of coffee, sugar and milk…didn’t work out too badly really). We then moved onto Malibu I had from ages ago…but by that point the shit had hit the fan and I was feeling like shit, so the alcohol was just there to make me feel numb. It didn’t work, I woke up so distraught. I sent some pretty horrible text messages. After that stage we hit acceptance and I spoke to him on msn, even apologising for my behaviour (though I do think it’s me who is owed an apology). Then there came anger. Shouting bastard and punching my mattress. Should have known better. I feel like a fool. I’m trying so hard not to cry again.

Can’t stop listening to The Fray – How to Save A Life.

Step one you say we need to talk He walks you say sit down it's just a talk He smiles politely back at you You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay right Between the lines of fear and blame And you begin to wonder why you came Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Let him know that you know best Cause after all you do know best Try to slip past his defense Without granting innocence Lay down a list of what is wrong The things you've told him all along And pray to God he hears you And pray to God he hears you Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everything Or he'll say he's just not the same And you'll begin to wonder why you came Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life How to save a life How to save a life Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life How to save a life

From the start of feb....

I had a fabulous weekend in London with my cousins. Going with them meant I actually saw the sights and went places. Whenever Phil and I have gone to London, it’s never been too productive.

I was there with my cousin John (22) James (25), my second-cousin Ellen from Australia (18) and her cousin Aaron (30). We met a few other randomers along the way. Including Phil on Sunday.

It was strange seeing him again after all that has happened, and considering we’re on a ‘break’. I don’t really know what this break is even doing as, considering he still speaks to me in much the same way, and I know I am still in love with him and tell him thqat frequently, I don’t think we’re really progressing at all. He told me he doesn’t love me the same way any more. That did hurt. More than he’ll ever realise. I just guess he probably has the capability to move on to another girl. Where, I really don’t. I’m not ready for this to end…but I can kinda see it in his eyes. I don’t know if he’s found someone new, I doubt he’d ever actually tell me.

Today I found a letter he wrote me for my 17th birthday. There was a card inside that proclaimed he would love me, forever, and had written a huge list of all the years inside it. It was a pretty romantic letter too, with huge luminous I LOVE YOU written across the bottom. Almost every paragraph had something to do with how happy I made him and how he hopes I’ll always be happy, because happy Maggie is a happy Phil. Well here’s an update. I’m not happy, he’s never happy, and I can’t remember the last time I made him happy.

But I know it’s possible.

The past two days I have spent watching The Mighty Boosh. I had seen bits of it before here and there, but this is the first time I’ve watched the whole thing. I have to admit, I love it. I love Naboo and I think I also am in love with Noel Fielding (Vince Noir).

I keep thinking about designing t-shirts today.

It’s my dad’s 52nd birthday today. This also means the first month of the year has passed. I’m glad. It was actually an amazing month for me. Well, it did have it’s ups and downs. Had Phil and I been on better terms I think it could’ve been one of the best months of my life. There’s nothing like a bit of love and romance to keep me going.

I watched Bridget Jones the other night. I forgot how pathetically similar I am to her, at the mere age of 18. That’s pretty depressing eh. That also reminds me, I’ve grown out of my favourite wonderbra. I need to go to Debenhams and get a new one. I feel like crying. I should try dieting at uni…however cider just puts it all back on. Someone tell me what alcohol I can drink (cheaply) which will keep me from getting any bigger?

Sunday was the first day since I have known Phil, that I’ve not kissed him when I’ve had the chance. Even the first day we met, I kissed him. I felt so glad as we said goodbye on the underground that he kissed my cheek. That tiny gesture meant a lot to me. I wish more people would realise that tiny gestures do mean a lot to me.

Helsinki

Helsinki and Tampere were wonderful. I loved Finland, and I really want to go back. I’d like to take Phil there, I know he’d really like it.

Hayley and I flew from Prestwick to Stanstead on the Sunday night, and we met Chris Devenney there (who went to my school but is now my flatmate, bit of an odd coincidence). Straight off the plane we headed for the bar. 2 Magners later I was feeling a little tipsy. Hayley had been knocking back the Baileys and with our lack of eating we were a little worse for wear. So we scraped together the last of our pounds and had a bowl of stale tortellini. Totally not worth a fiver, but it passed time. We spent the following 9 hours playing top trumps (both ‘celebrity’ and ‘Harry Potter’) and Hangman, Squares, and other paper games of years gone by. We sat in Costa coffee and waited in the empty airport for what seemed like weeks. It dragged on and on…..

Eventually at about 4am, Maxine, Jodie and Vikki turned up (they had been staying at Jodie’s in Salisbury). They were far too hyper for my liking but at around 6 we checked in and went and had yet another coffee in starbucks...

(Finland from the air)
The flight to Tampere was hell. I felt so so ill. I had never been so glad to land.

At Tampere the ground was covered in snow, the runway was iced up. FINLAND! We were all so excited and ran across the runway to the tiny airport terminal. We got our bags and got on a coach to Helsinki. €25 already. Public transport would prove to be expensive this week.

(Hayley and I on the Runway)

In Helsinki we met Emma who took us to McDonalds for breakfast. I still wasn’t feeling too great but it was so good to see Emma. She went and bought us a 3 day bus pass (…€20) and we sat and ate our Finnish McDonalds. Carita came and took Vikki, Maxine and Chris to her flat on the bus, while, Hayley, Jodie Emma and myself went in her car with all the luggage. We settled in to the tiny room where I would be staying in a bed with Hayley and Vikki and Maxine had 2 singles surrounding us. There wasn’t space to stand. Carita’s flat was empty. There was no food or drink. The fridge stank of rotting flesh…luckily that night we had dinner at Emma’s house, where her dad (who originates from Manchester) made us Thai curry. A decent meal at last! Back to Carita's to get ready to go out, and Emma's friend Ville came over with some black alcoholic finnish drink. It was pretty much thick aftershock. So we drank the whole bottle.

(Ville Carita and myself)
That night we went out to the Barfly in Helsinki. We met Emma’s friends, who were all lovely. We got very drunk (me on the pear cider yum yum) and danced the night away. I met a French guy whose version of ‘hello’ involved bribing me to talk with a cigarette. Interesting move, so Hayley and I entertained him for a while with our useless French, which is even worse when I’m drunk. His name was Dimitri, or Dim for short. If you ever read this, get in touch haha, you were interesting…Greek, French, Finnish hybrid man.
(Maxine and I, still bemused by Finnish....)
Emma decided it was time to leave and go get a McDonalds (wasn’t really feeling up to it myself, but okay.) However, they were shut and Vikki, Jodie and I all really really had to pee…..so we ended up squatting in the middle of fucking Helsinki, in some square with blue lights and big mounds of earth, right outside some sort of shopping center. Oh how embarrassing……..

When we eventually got back to Carita’s, she made a tiny tray of oven chips, which didn’t really help us, and then we all crashed out, sleeping for the first time since Saturday night.

Welcome to Tuesday, our first full day in Helsinki. We went and had breakfast in Gusto in the Kaampi center. It would soon be our favourite eating place. The food there was so nice, I think I had a mozzarella and pesto baguette, which was €5 and all so fresh. Healthy eating in Finland is so much easier than here. No wonder we have such a huge obesity problem. I think we could learn so much from Finland. We wandered around the shops and I bought a few tops from Vero Moda.

Emma took us to a really posh hotel for drinks, we had a bottle of champagne up in a bar on the 12th floor of this building and had our photos taken out on the balcony. The view of Helsinki was phenomenal. What was interesting however, were the toilets. They all had huge windows in them, meaning anyone could see you…doing your business. I guess they must be mirrored on the outside, cause the windows really were huge…Didn’t stop us peeing though. Then we headed back to Carita’s to get changed (the others went back to Emma’s).

We had dinner in Ville’s studio flat – 2 huuuge pizzas between the visitors, which ended in a race to finish after we split into 2 teams. Best pizza I’ve ever had!

We went out to The Club firstly, and then The Barfly again. I was drinking white Russians (they seem to be pretty popular in Helsinki, don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone drink one at home though!?). Blueberry shots that came in beautiful big shot glasses - which were quickly tumbled into my handbag by Jodie, and of course, pear cider.
(Blueberry shots - with blueberry seeds and cream!?)
The photos from this night are pretty spectacular, Ville picking Jodie and I up – don’t think anyone has managed that since I was a baby! Us pretending to be antelopes, Hayley pulling some blonde Finnish guy…yup it was all pretty eventful! It was also this night that Hayley did a forward roll into Vikki’s crotch in the taxi. Her taxi gymnastics are still amazing.

On Wednesday, we went into town for a while, then went to Emma’s house for…NAKED SAUNA!! The highlight of the trip we had all been waiting for. Of course some of us weren’t too pleased with the thought of naked sauna, so we wore swimsuits. I went in with Jodie and Vikki -“three hippos at the zoo” we declared as tiny petite Maxine looked at us through the glass. Still, we sat there for a good while and I felt like my skin had sweated out so much crap, it was fantastic. I could do with having a sauna in my house haha.

After that Emma’s dad cooked us Finnish sausages and then we headed out to the Aussie bar to meet Emma’s friends, however it was €7 for a glass of cider or €8 for a white wine, so we didn’t drink until we got the The Club, which was €1 champagne, cider or beer night! This is what we’d been waiting for!! The table was crammed full of drinks, you’d buy yourself 5 at a time, just to get drunk, as the offer was only on until midnight.

Jodie ended up buying champagne with her credit card, and Hayley chatted up the man at the blackjack table. After we managed to drink all the drinks (it was a major rush of downing glasses of champagne and pints of cider) we left to go to Swengi, a karaoke nightclub. By this point we were all fucked, Hayley walked into a sign and knocked it over, and I was worse for wear. Again. However at one point something changed and I became really upset and ended up in the toilets, phoning Phil, crying about our relationship which seems to be slipping through my fingers like sand. I remember telling him how he was the only one for me, how I would never move on and how I would always love him. Then I got annoyed and went “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK IT!” and hung up. I’m a wonderful girlfriend…
Then Emma dragged me up onstage to sing Careless Whisper with her. Sadly, I don’t even know the words to it; all I know is the tune as we used to play it in my school band. That, combined with my drunken state, and the porno that they were playing behind the words, I couldn’t even stand there, let alone sing. So yes, I made a complete fool of myself in front of a whole karaoke bar. Nice one Mags.

Then Emma and Carita fell out, and Vikki and Jodie fell out. Ville had to walk home in the rain and yet again, the taxi cost a fortune, but we got home and we crashed out.
(Salads for breakfast - cheer up maxine!)
Thursday, Vikki, Maxine, Hayley and I went into town ourselves and had a huge salad for breakfast (yum!) and then we met up with the others and Emma took us on a tram to the Seaside where we went and had coffee in a gorgeous café. We then got the tram back into town and went to see the Cathedral (some fit kids decided to run up the steps, I however, lumbered up with Jodie). After that Hayley and I went shopping for a while and I bought presents for Magz’s 19th, Phil and my brotheim.
(Cathedral place)
We then went to Eatz, a multi-cultural restaurant specialising in Mexican and Australian food (it also had a sushi bar downstairs I think). Most of us had fajitas, which were wonderful and messy. There are photos somewhere to prove it. The barfly had a €1 drinks night and the Aussie bar had Emma’s ex Terry dj-ing at it, but we decided that considering we had a flight the next day we should perhaps for once not get fucked. However that didn’t stop me having a few pear ciders before we headed home. However, that was just the start of the night, as we began to pack. Packing with 4 girls high on Helsinki is not easy. It ended up in Vikki trying to force her repulsively smelly feet into Hayley’s mouth, and Hayley being terrified of this wall-ornament thing in the kitchen. It was a bit freaky but she really was going nuts. We ended up staying awake until about 6am, the only person who really slept was Maxine, though god knows how through all the noise.

Friday was our last day in Helsinki, we got the bus into town and then a huge double decker train outa town to Tampere. Ville came on the train to say goodbye to everyone (I hope he comes to visit, he really was a nice guy) and we set off. Tampere is further North than Helsinki so the snow was deeper and the wind sharper. When we arrived we stuffed our suitcases into lockers and went for a drink in a bar called “Home” which was designed to be a bit like a house, with little rooms with sofas where you could sit with your friends, looking like some sorta 60s living room. Very cool concept. It is here that I had my last glass of Finnish Pear Cider haha. We then went to have dinner at this really cheap Pizza Buffet place because Vikki had ran out of money (though I still had to pay €3 towards her €8 meal). It was a pretty scary place, full of weird hobo people, and it was all run by one woman. We also stole ice cream (intended if you pay an extra €2) and had a jolly good time. Our last half hour was spent in Stockman, spending our last few euros (I bought myself a small Finland mug) and then it was time to get on the bus and go to Tampere. We said our goodbyes to Emma (Jodie and I were close to tears) and got on the coach. Within half and hour we were at the airport. The next while isn’t really worth documenting, but we arrived at Stanstead safely.

The night passed relatively quickly. It took ages to go through passport control. We had a coffee and by 5am we had checked in. We wandered around duty free for a while (Agent Provocateur’s perfume is lovely – hint hint anyone…) and all the tax-free shops. Didn’t buy anything, and then finally we could board the flight. It was quick, but the strong winds forced the pilot to do some crazy landing at Prestwick. Vikki and Maxine’s flight was delayed because of the winds, but luckily, we were back at my house by 9am, Saturday morning, and straight to bed.

A wonderful holiday, which opened my eyes to loads of new things, be it about my friendships, my country or my financial situation haha.

Moi Moi!


Xxxxxx maggieinthegraveyard

London tomorrow...

13 January 2007 (backdated)

On Thursday evening I saw the two people I despise most in the world. They walked right by me, chattering away, blissful in their hideous relationship. The two people who made mine crumble, who made me out to be a person I am not. So what did I do? Nothing, I did nothing. I felt ill, thought I was going to be sick. Hayley and Magz didn’t understand. Nobody does. Nobody understands what I’m going through.

I just read a book called Clumsy by Jeffrey Brown. It’s a fantastic graphic novel I have wanted to read for a while now. Basically, it documents the lives of Jeff and Theresa, two people in a long distance relationship.

It’s the best graphic novel I have read in a very long time. Magz didn’t really like it and was laughing at it, but when I sat alone in my room, and read it just there, I realised the frailty of Jeff and how similar the relationship between Jeff and Theresa was to mine and Phil’s. The ending of Jeff and Theresa made me feel sick, cold. It wasn’t bad…but I saw sadness and heartbreak in Jeff that I feel I may be heading towards myself.

My uncle Jim died on Wednesday night. The funeral is on Tuesday, however I am in Helsinki. I feel awful about that. He was an amazing man who really loved his wife, and I respected him so much for that. His wife, Annie, fell very ill around 10 years ago and needed constant care as she could not walk or speak. She also had Alzheimer’s and didn’t recognise her family, but he cared for her himself, in their home, right until the day she died in February 2005. Her funeral was Valentines Day. I will never forget or forgive the behaviours of that day.

We are having really stormy weather at the moment; I hope it doesn’t interrupt our flights.

I met Keil in the pub last night. It was good to see him and he wished me a happy new year. He’s one person that gets judged a lot in a negative manner, but really, deep down, he is a lovely, caring young man, and I wish him all the best with his life, and his work. In one years time Keil will be a fully qualified electrician…makes me feel like a waste of space. Good luck mate.

After I come back from Finland I am going to London for a weekend. It’s Australia day and my cousin Ellen will be there.

I won’t be able to see Phil because he has a Polish girl staying with him.

Distant Dark Places

This is the start of something new. A world of pain and loss, a world where I am so alone.

On the 13th December (unlucky for some eh...) Phil and I decided to go on a break. I'm not sure how permanent this break is or what we will gain from it, but certainly I feel destroyed because my life has been poisoned, my relationship has been so damaged, by other people. I will not ever be able to forgive them. As far as I am concerned, they are dead. I miss him terribly already.

That night, Emma was going through the same thing with Tony. We drank cider, wine and vodka, hoping to numb the pain we were feeling. It worked for a bit, out lives decended into some sort of chaos with her tearing up an advent calendar, making cheese nachos and emptying a vending machine. Cigarettes were so good, and the night felt like it was ours. I hate what this has done to me, I am not who I was before. All sense of reality has been completely destroyed by the loss of the man I loved more than anyone.

I woke up in the morning with my elbow in someone's face. In all honesty I thought it was Phil at first...then I rememebered what had happened the night before. So I realised it must be Hayley since we share a bed almost every night after drinks. But no, it wasn't her? It was Emma...

We got up and were generally just lazing about, still kinda drunk after only a few hours sleep. Then we heard the cries.

Emma and I ran along the corridor to find Vikki slumped on the ground, crying. I stood there in a Burger King crown and a blanket, she was wearing her pink pyjamas. Her ankle was looing really bad, she had fallen/hit it while running away from Matt who was giving her a wedgie. We took her across to the medical center after quickly dressing, who told us to go to A&E with her. So Matt, Chris, Jodie and I take Vikki to the hospital in Matt's car. However, all the roads were flooded from the awful weather we've been having, and we had to go a really long way around. Matt and Chris dump us at the door of the hospital and we sit in the sub-zero waiting room until Vikki is seen (more than an hour). We called Matt to come and get us again, all we had was our phones and keys because we had rushed to the hospital. He was being a prick and refused to come and get us, so we were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no money or cards, just our phones. Eventually we got a hold of Maxine who withdrew money and we got a taxi home. However, because of the flooding it cost £17 to get home. We were cold, hungry and annoyed at the boys, so had not had a good day. After all that I went for a nap for hours while hayley used my laptop. Sleep is good just now...it helps me forget the reality. I wish I could sleep forever. I dream about Phil, but things are alright.

So after the hospital calamity, Hayley Vikki (hobbling about) and I went to Dusk. Free entry + £1 drinks + heartbreak = disaster.
We met up with Gavin (it was his birthday) and his friend Ros from the 6th floor, and then Grahame and his flatmate Laura came along too. Dusk was empty, but I didn't really care. Double vodkas and free shots....not much food.....i was very very sick. I think I'm in self-destruct mode. Grahame looked after me loads, I was so grateful because I really was in such a mess, crying about the Phil situ, being sick...generally a mess. But he held my hair back and wiped the tears and said all the right things. So I got a taxi home eventually after winning a fucking edible thong (it's been shoved in a drawer, never to be seen again) and Hayley being chatted up by a drug dealer while she ate his edible bra on the dance floor. Good old Dusk.

At home I proceeded to make 4 packets of noodles (for me hayley and vikki - god knows why so much).
We sat in my room and ate them off Daisy the ironing board which has now taken up home in my room (fuck knows when I'll get rid of that beast). Hayley produced 3 shot glasses from her handbag to add to our extensive collection. We both slept in my bed, as usual...

In the morning I woke up with a splitting headache and very very sore limbs. I told hayley to fuck off to her own room, my smaller than single bed doesn't really accomodate the two of us. I then slept all day until about 6pm....when hayley made me get up. She brought a chippy home and we had that for breakfast/dinner. I think by this point it is Friday evening....
Hayley really wants to go out, I do too because it's Beth's last 'night out' though I feel extremely hungover. I didn't want to go to Dusk because of the previous night's sickness...and Fubar was Cream Classics night (excellent if I'm fucked out my face, but I wasn't planning on that) plus it was £10 entry! The Beat....just nah. So Dusk it was, ladies night....but I began to feel really really really sick, and Jodie and Hayley were fucked, so by 1am I left and went over to Grahame's flat for a while, just to sit somewhere warm and chat and listen to decent music. I was there for an hour maybe, we watched Scrubs and he gave me a tshirt he got from the Cathouse for free one night, to cheer me up. That was cool. Then Hayley phoned me saying she was outside the fubar, and I was to go meet them all.......however it was just her and Jodie hanmering on the door of this food place, which was shut (EVERYWHERE in stirling shuts at like 1am - its sooo shit) so I run up to them, going "hey hey jeez calm down" cause there was police everywhere and they were screaming through the letterbox of this place.
I asked them where Beth was, they assured me with Tony. Seemed a bit weird though, she would normally stick with Hayley but for some mad reason I trusted their judgement. I tried to call Tony to let him know we were going home but it kept going on to some answerphone thing. I said goodbye to Grahame and thanked him for looking after me, and got in a taxi with Jodie and Hayley. Then I get a call from Tony: "WHERE IS EVERYONE??!" He had even lost Beth. Apparently Jodie and Hayley had left the club and told nobody. After a while of frantically phoning around (Beth doesn't have a 'cell' phone) I discovered she'd walked to Grahame's flat. He walked her back to the Fubar and I managed to get Tony to go there too and get her. He was not amused - neither was I because they had deserted Beth.
Back at the flat arguments ensued. It was probably the worst night out I had ever had. Hayley was in a mess, she couldn't walk, so lay on the disgusting kitchen floor sobbing because I was mad at her. She's too tall for me to support so that was difficult as she flopped over me in a flurry of tears. I made her noodles and then she came into my bed, after deciding she's scared of the cupboard in her room. (This is down to the story of the girl who commited suicide in the halls and stuffed her own body into the overhead cupboard, leaving herself there to die - found months later after the holidays.) Whether this is true (for I know many of the suicide ones are - there is a memorial plaque outside our halls where a boy fell to his death) or not is another matter, but it certainly freaks folk out. There is also a ghost in the flat but that's another story.
So I spent yet another night with Hayley in my bed, cramped and uncomfortable, sober. I kicked her out the next morning because her mum was coming to get her at 11. She was still drunk, but managed somehow.

That day Beth and I tidied up my room, and packed all my stuff up into bags and even bins...it was a really sad experience actually. I'm finding it hard to realise I'll be going home in a few weeks though. I saw a message on my bebo from Phil, saying he missed me and stuff, that really cheered me up alot. Made me realise that maybe all is not lost.

I came home on Sunday night, and spent that night talking to Phil on webcam. I really miss my boy.

I'm not glad to be home.
I miss my friends, Hayley, Emsulka Bumskula, Beth, Vikki, Maxie, Jodie, Matt, GC, Chris.... I miss them all even if they are assholes sometimes.

I'm trying to book driving lessons but with no avail, the guy's mobile is off.


I can't stop listening to "Set Fire To The Third Bar". It was playing in Walkabout the night Phil had called me. It was a profound moment, a beautiful moment in amongst the Rogue Traders and Girls Aloud.

So welcome to my blog. It's not my first, and I guess it won't be my last.